Christmas... I am gorged with all the bounty that western civilisation has to offer and rejoicing as I ponder the gifts bestowed by my friends. But I must say my favourite gift today was learning that Harold Pinter, a loathsome apologist for oh so many of the most vile mass murderers of modern times has finally dropped dead.
Good riddance and a pox on anyone who mourns his passing.
For me Christmas just got even merrier.
It's cheered me up too!


NB: There's a better way of getting this effect but I can't remember the code and haven't got time to go looking for it online at the moment. I'll dig it up and edit the post tomorrow - after all it's not like I'll be doing anything else (well, apart from whacking off to internet porn)!
UPDATE: For some fucking reason I can't get a bastard mouse over set up to work in a blog post - even if there's no problem on a regular web page. Go here to see the one I made.

I'm looking through bloodshot eyes at the frustratingly close to completed piece on my monitor. There are only two connective paragraphs to write in order to polish it off but I'm far too knackered and I have to be up for work in the morning. So until tomorrow evening, when I can get back to it with a clear head, here's a shot of my guitars.

I just gave Unfinished Business. Part 2: Jenny its pre-upload read through and noticed a glaring error. There's a section I've omitted to include any contextual background for and which subsequently renders large parts of it nonsensical - fiddlesticks! I'm too tipsy to sort it out now so the thing won't be up until tomorrow and I do apologise to the Facebook crew who were expecting it by close of play tonight. But I have uploaded a picture of my dinner, chicken curry with mixed peppers, green chillis and onions on top of basmati rice.
I'm hoping to have a major (7,000 plus words) rant piece polished off and online sometime this weekend - I came frustratingly close to getting it done today but lost creative wood about 800 words from the finish line. In the meantime here's Reeves & Mortimer doing Masterchef in their own inimitable style.
This video absolutely freaks the shit out of me, what do you think of it?
This weekend Chris Oxley (who I called Danny in D&OiS&L) came back to the UK to see his kids and to go out on the piss with all his old mates (he arrived on Wednesday morning and by the time I left Sheffield on Sunday afternoon he'd managed to spend over $1,000 on nothing but booze). Check out the photos.
In another of those uncanny coincidences which have been coming so thick and fast of late that it's got me thinking there must be some kind of supernatural guiding hand working behind the scenes of my literary endeavours, one of the guys he had arranged to catch up with is married to Sally, my former Royal Mail colleague who I named our female lead after!
UPDATE: You can now see (and hear) my vibrating tits in action on the above YouTube movie.
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